"It's just a cuppa," John offered, but he knew all too well that things were a bit more than that. Second chances. Or thirds. Fourths. Whatever this place seemed to be. It was almost comical that the man who had a bomb strapped to him was currently having tea on his couch.
Funny, but it really wasn't John's first bomb threat, and given some of the things he'd seen in the news in Preya, it might not be his last. "Are you doing some remodeling? I imagine there's a lot to potentially change." He might not have seen everything, but he knew the place was certainly big enough.